fly me...

 "I've just closed my eyes again
Climbed aboard the dream weaver train
Driver take away my worries of today
And leave tomorrow behind"...

"Fly me high through the starry skies
Maybe to an astral plane
Cross the highways of fantasy
Help me to forget today's pain"

in dreams...

In dreams begins responsibility.

the holding of dreams...

dreams do not vanish

as long as...you...

do not abandon them

the dream arises...

...in dreams we put on
the likeness of that
more universal, truer,
more eternal man
dwelling in the darkness of primordial night.
There he is still the whole,
and the whole is in him,
indistinguishable from nature and bare
of all egohood.
It is from these
all-uniting depths that
the dream arises,
be it never so childish,
grotesque, and immoral.

climbing the mountain...

So many of our dreams

at first seem impossible, 

then they seem improbable, 

and then when 

we summon the will, 

they soon become 

inevitable.

the others...

There are some people

who live in a dream world,

and there are some who face reality;

and then there are those

who turn one into the other.

the leap of possibilities...

Without leaps

of imagination,

or dreaming, 

we lose the 

excitement 

of possibilities. 

Dreaming, 

after all, 

is a form 

of planning.

the dreamer's punishment...

a dreamer

is one

who can 

only find 

his way 

by moonlight

and his 

punishment

is that he sees

the dawn before

the rest of the world

SOS for saint bernards

yesterday

storm's beginning

 
UPDATE - SNOW PLOW CAME THROUGH THIS AFTERNOON - ONE SWIFT SWOOP - AT LEAST ABLE TO LEAVE DRIVE - CAREFULLY - MAYBE TOMORROW ;)

just to let you all know i've not been away by choice at all - we are in the midst of a huge blizzard with more than 2-1/2 feet of snow out our front door - a lot of people are without power but ours has remained on for which i am so grateful - however, have had no cable or internet or land phones until about an hour ago [since friday] - entire state shut down basically - we have managed to clear the drive to the street but the street remains under all the snow as state and private plows all under emergency use for keeping main roads open - no private developments/neighborhoods have been plowed yet and no one knows when they will be - good news is that sun was out all day yesterday and is out today - beautiful - bad news is that another foot or more of snow expected to hit tomorrow into all day wednesday in this area all the way over to dc and into pennsylvania, etc - oh, and other bad news - now running out of basic necessity kinds of supplies -

please send saint bernards - chocolate, fresh fruit and wine appreciated!   

our present - our dream...

It is by 

no means 

an irrational fancy

that, in a 

future existence, 

we shall

look upon 

what we think 

our 

present

existence, 

as a dream.

hold onto your dreams...

do not lose hold

of your dreams...

for if you do, 

you may still exist

but you have 

ceased to live

the dream...

THE DREAM

pablo picasso

such a beautiful woman in what seems to be a soft pleasant dream - depicted in wonderful brilliant colors - but of what does she dream - of who does she dream - and where has she fallen asleep while sitting upright - all unanswered questions -

what do you think?

as it is...

The dream shows 

the inner truth and reality 

of the patient as it really is: 

not as I conjecture it to be, 

and not as he would like it to be, 

but as it is.

the thing about dreamin'....

"When I want you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dreeeeeeeeam"

computer crash...

ok, so the planets are spinning swirling all out of kilter - the moon isn't hanging properly - i've angered the gods and know not how - it's raining - it's not raining - it's cold - and/or all of the above or none of the above - the result is the same - my desktop computer ate a trojan yesterday and/or was eaten by one - again, result the same - and so, i sit and pick and peck on my laptop for which i am ill prepared mentally or otherwise - all of which leads me to let you know my little posts will be hard to come by until my bigboy is up and at it again - my thoughts just literally seem to coagulate into blobs and not blogs on this kid sized keyboard - please be patient - i'll be in and out checking your places as i can - till then, boys and girls - peace and love - jenean

throw your dreams...

Throw your dreams 

into space like a kite, 

and you do not know

what it will bring back, 

a new life, a new friend, 

a new love, a new country.

the necessity...

Dreams are necessary to life.

seeking stillness...

hmmmm...i've been at my computer now for quite a while and remain unable to find the thoughts or words for posting - for posting anything at all - my thoughts the past few days seem to be inundated with "movement and chaos" [as my travel journal post refers to yesterday] - and sadness -

and, needing desparately right now to find a state of "stillness" within, with which to counter the chaos,  i think i have to be away for just a day or two - so, i'm headed to that inner island you see above -

in the meantime, i know you'll save a place for me in your "happy place" -

later, friends -

jenean

scenes from a night's dream...

Little Nemo rubbed his eyes and got out of bed,
trying hard to piece together a broken dream.
His visions lifelike and full of imagination
it's strange to think they came from such a tiny head.

Dragons breathing fire, but friendly.
Mushrooms tall as houses.
Giant Nymphs and goblins playing,
scenes from a night's dream, poor Little Nemo!

Eating all kinds of food so close to bedtime
they always made him have these nightmares, it seemed.

a dream in my eyes...

i wake up in the morning

with a dream in my eyes

echo...

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope and love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death;
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.

the rain falls...

Everytime you see a tree
or dream a cloud,
there is that in you of the tree
there is that in you of the cloud.

The saguaro dreams in drought and endures.
The cloud dreams our woe 
--sneezes, cries.
The rain falls.

the colour of dreams...

I've dreamt in my life 

dreams that have stayed 

with me ever after, and 

changed my ideas; 

they've gone through 

and through me, 

like wine through water, 

and altered

the colour of my mind.

the dreamer...

a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight -

and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before 

the rest of the world -

the shadow dreams...

men are the dreams of a shadow